Gates of Heaven Book Tour & Giveaway

Joey Gates of Heaven Book 4 by M. Tasia Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance RELEASING JANUARY 30 The next installment in the Gates of Heaven Series by M. Tasia. Preorder available NOW, click the links below. Secrets and lies, a family that lived in the darkest alleys of criminal life are what Joey brings to a relationship, which means the LAPD officer who has captured his heart is completely off limits. Goodreads * Boroughs Publishing

James Gates of Heaven Book 3 GOING IT ALONE Too many ghosts live inside James Masterson’s head, and they weren’t the company he sought. Actually, he prefers no one’s company, but he finds himself surrounded by overly friendly, meddlesome types while visiting his brother at The Gates in DTLA. Somehow, James becomes the unwelcome subject of Detective Richard Ross’s attention, and, before he knows how it happened, James is caught up in Ross’s family drama. When a madman tries to kill Ross’s sister and her daughter, James’s special ops Army training kicks in, and he becomes their hero, something he knows down to his core, he is not. The thing about crazy killers is they never give up, and when the final showdown comes to a head, James knows he’ll do anything to keep the family he has found, especially the love of a sexy detective. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords * Boroughs Publishing

Finn Gates of Heaven Book 2 Finn knew the life he’d found at The Gates was a dream his past would ruin, so when everyone he cares about is threatened, he returns to the streets to keep them safe, especially the man he loves. HEART MURMUR Fleeing from his existence as an outcast child in a fanatic cult, Finn Masterson makes his way to Los Angeles, only to find an unforgiving city with little prospects for a teenager with few life skills. After years of living on the streets in DTLA, doing anything and everything required to survive, Finn finds a home, a job, and kindness with Saint Jeffrey, who is renovating a grand old building mere blocks from Skid Row. Finn knows better than to trust a good thing, so when harassing texts and calls culminate in threats to the people he has come to care about—especially a former Marine, Miguel Fernandez—Finn returns to the streets to keep those he loves safe. But one single- minded, stubborn warrior brings Finn back into the fold, and they defeat his last remaining enemy giving them the freedom to pursue their forever. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords * Boroughs Publishing

Saint Gates of Heaven Book 1 MOUTH TO MOUTH RESUSCITATION After the death of their mother, Frank “Saint” Jeffrey knew the only way to protect his younger brother was to strike a deal with their autocratic, cruel, abusive father. In exchange for his brother’s freedom to live his life as he wished, Saint promised to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a preeminent surgeon in his father’s medical practice. When events he never could have predicted took away Saint’s ability to perform surgery, the bargain became null and void. With no safety net, and a life without purpose, Saint moved across the country, bought a wreck of a building in DTLA, and hoped while resurrecting the property he’d find a reason to live again. Then Max Connor entered his life and Saint was dragged from the darkness of desolation into the light of love. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo * Smashwords * Boroughs Publishing

M. Tasia, is an author who lives in Ontario, Canada. She’s a member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter, the Toronto Romance Writers. Michelle is a dedicated people watcher, lover of romance novels, 80’s rock, and happy endings, who grew up with a love of reading. Mother of three wonderful children, wife to one understanding husband and servant to two spoiled furry children who don’t seem to realize that they’re actually cats. Michelle writes both contemporary and paranormal romance and believes love should be celebrated. After all, we deserve to have romance, excitement, intrigue and passion in our lives. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * Newsletter

The amber liquid burned his throat as he swallowed, exactly the way he liked it. James scanned
the crowd, as he’d done dozens of times since he’d arrived. The bar was busy with groups
celebrating whatever the latest occasion was, or singles looking to hook up, trolling the crowds
hoping to find a happy diversion.
James didn’t fit into either category. He wanted to be left alone to drink in peace and watch
storylines play out, in front of him from his corner booth. The intentional deep-set scowl
should’ve been enough to keep people away, but there were those men and women who took it
as a challenge. Get the big grumpy guy to smile, one point. Laugh, two points. And so on.
James sat in his booth, ignoring the latest make-him-happy applicant until they finally gave
up and left. Why was it so hard for people to understand he didn’t want to be social, didn’t want
sex, and he sure the hell wasn’t looking for a boyfriend.
Peace. That was what he wanted most of all. Which sort of begged the question, what the hell
was he doing in the middle of a noisy bar?
He picked up his glass, drained the remainder of his whiskey, and motioned at the server for
another. It had been a month since he’d found his brother, Finn, at the receiving end of a gun
their papa was pointing at him and his lover. James had given their crazy bastard father a
chance
to stand down, but the asshole was beyond reasoning. He was forced to kill his father in the
middle of the woods, on a dark and moonless night.
As if that wasn’t enough to get him into the Guilt Olympics, his continued nightmares of
what he’d seen through four tours of deployment played like a movie through his mind the
moment his lids dropped. It wasn’t enough that he’d been left with a few bullet holes for his
service, but now it appeared that PTSD had moved in. James wasn’t a roommate kind of guy.
“Here you go.” Peggy dropped off his double shot of whiskey. “How you feeling tonight?”
Peggy, one of the owners of Crandall’s Pub, had taken one look at James and decided he was
her latest project. The only reason he hadn’t left and found a new watering hole was that the
older woman had a huge heart and she got that twinkle in her eye every time she was cooking
something up that had nothing to do with a kitchen. Tonight was no different. She patiently
waited for him to reply.
“I’m okay.”
“Have you been getting enough sleep?”
“Not in years. The enemy always waits for a moment of weakness.”
“But you’re not in the Army anymore. You need to find a way to deal with it and move on.
Have you thought about seeing a therapist?”
Of course it had crossed his mind, but something was holding him back. “I have, and I’m still
thinking on it.”
Peggy reached out to cover James’s much larger hand. “Okay, honey. But if you need
anything, me and Henry are always here to help.”
“Thank you.” He hoped that’d end the conversation.
He didn’t need to bring any more innocent people into his messed-up world.
She sighed as if she could tell what he was thinking, but accepted his reply with a nod before
turning away to take someone else’s order.
James wrapped his hand around the glass to steady himself. He was already on his fourth
drink and had no plans on stopping anytime soon. The building where he was staying was only
three blocks away. He could stumble that far.
The bell over the front door of the pub rang, causing James look up. He groaned loud and
long, not caring if the new arrival heard him or not. Once that crystal blue gaze landed on him,
James knew he was screwed.
Why wouldn’t this guy take the hint and leave him alone? Was he a glutton for punishment
or plain stupid-stubborn? James didn’t know, but the bastard was headed in this direction with
the same damn smile plastered on his puss he always wore. Shit.
His long legs ate up the distance, and without so much as a May I?, he slid into the booth
beside James.
“Hey, good looking, you come here often?”
James almost smiled. Almost. Peggy dropped off a black coffee and continued on her way
with a knowing look.

“You can stuff that line up your ass, Ross. I’m not in the mood for your shit.”
“Is that any way to talk to your ride home?”
“I’ll walk the three damn blocks, if you don’t mind.”
“I do mind. It’s close to two in the morning and Finn has been trying to reach you for hours.
Any particular reason you’re not answering your phone?”
“Ah, yeah. I want to be left alone.”
“Keep this up and you’re going to get your wish.”
“Go to hell, Ross.”
“Already have an express pass. Now finish up your drink so I can get your drunk ass home
before your brother calls in the National Guard.”
“How does he even know I’m not at the building? It’s not like he lives there anymore.”
“He and Miguel came over to watch the game with Saint, Max, and you, if your ass had been
at home.”
“That’s not my home.”
“Touchy, and don’t care. Let’s go.” Ross swallowed the last of his coffee and stood, waiting
for James to join him.
“Whatcha gonna do, arrest me?” James laughed without humor.
Ross reached behind his back and pulled out his handcuffs. “If I have to.”
Shit.
James didn’t know if he was pissed off or turned on.

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